General Chat

Night all - thanks for "improving " my education tonight - amazing what you can learn on here lol

nite nite Will, sleep well, I wish you such dreams hun
((((((((((((hug)))))))))) xxxxxxxxx

Not sure it was all 'fact' yet was such fun! xxx

"now is the winter of our discontent"

I would like to disagree Dermot ~ but alas I must be good

Could this be "Our Winter of Discontent?".**M**.

Hey Merlin plz behave this is a serious thread - did the bard ever ave Merlin in his plays I think not !!!!

Merlin Wrote them for him and let him have the Kudos for it.Hey Ho I,m so generous.:o))))>.xx.oh, and I let him ( on loan ) have the Witches.

Are you looking to be ejected ?

You,re being so "Assertive" today Mel.It makes me feel "Rather D ejected".**M**.:o))..xx.

lol Merlin luvs yous really !!!!

what witches you got merlin?

There is
something
stinking
in the State of Denmark

The rest is silence.

Hamlet, Act V, scene II

Fill up the wall with our English dead

Richard 111

Shakespeare? who cares?

I care Alko you could say Im passionate about it hence the thread

why arent you writing back to front?

Reason in madness!

Edgar, Act IV, scene VI

this is a serious thread Alko plz behave

To pee, or not to pee, that is the question
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous pains
Or to take arms against that sea of trouble
And by unleashing them, end them? To try to sleep just a bit longer
No more, and by sleep to, say, end of night
The heart-ache of having to rise from one’s bed before daybreak
The flesh is weak, and the need is great
Devoutly to be wish’d. To try to sleep
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay there’s the pain again
For in that sleep of fear what dreams may come
If they be loose, then our bed be dry no more
But if we pause, there’s no respect
That makes calamity of so long a night
For who would bear the whips and scorns of such ungodly hour
To oppress the wrongs caused by that last pre-bed cocoa
The pangs of despised love, the bladder’s delay
The insolence of sleep not wanting to go away
The patient merit of the unworthy takes
When he himself might his relief make
With deliverance just six steps away
To grunt and sweat under a weary light
But that dread of something sharp underfoot
The uncovered warmth of dark morning slumber
The traveller returns to an uncomfy cold bed
And now we have to bear those ills we have
For sleep is now a long way off
Thus consciousness does make cowards of us all
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er by the choice between relief and pain
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And those that take no action now
Like the fair Ophelia, shall taste discomfort for the rest of the night
With all their sins remember’d